Her

She calls out to me

Through mist and air

This steely siren across the sea

Holds more truth than I have known

She looked at the everyday and chose the lonely way

Listened to others for a while

And traveled that tired old road

But artists are bad drivers

They make lousy connivers

And really shitty strivers

Artists are born

They are not made

And won’t survive in office shade

So she found a path off that grim road

She knows it’s rough with rock and bone

And she will stumble

And she will fall

But I know stumble

And I know fall

I’ll pick her up and dust her quick

And when my minds in panic mode

She’ll hold my hand

And whisper deep

It’s not real my love, just listen to my voice

That’s our deal

All wounds shown and opened

So each can bleed to each

Then sit and watch as she creates

And in silence she will paint

And find the magic in the cracks of life

This grounded girl who lives outside

She calls out to me

Through mist and air

This steely siren across the sea

I feel her pull, I feel her beat

Silence will be our fireworks

Mud and stone our throne

Our vows will be alone

She is fierce and loyal

Her blue eyes would cut you to the bone

Her rare beauty born inside

She is tough and kind

She calls out to me

Through mist and air

This steely siren across the sea

So close now my Celtic soul can feel her warm breath